I am running through the stars and a constellation
calls my name. I listen to its unresolved mourning.
On I went hoping to hear some happier experience.
I paused near a river that resembled the silence
behind your neck, there I rested and dreamed
of honey and long endless ocean voyages.
Cafes gave off the same feeling of loneliness,
harbours too tell me I should be adventurous,
Finally I realise that when my hands take on
the appearances of finches, it’s because you have
stared at them for too long. I hide them in my pockets.
I want to explore the galaxy this time forever,
but something tells me that I should wait
until the rain subsides and your house is visible.
From 100 Love Poems (Earl of Seacliff, 2005)
© John Pule
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